Nothing to to do
nowhere to be
no friends calling you
no parents bugging me
nothing to do
but lie in the grass
with your hand in mine
as we gaze at the sky
the stars are coming
shining just for us

Nothing to do
nowhere to be
no warm hand beside me
no one holding me
not a cloud in the sky
how lonesome it must be
the moon's all alone
the stars ran away

nothing to do
nowhere to be

how lonesome it must seem